Thread: Seeking A Leash on His Unlife (Attn: LOGAN, VLAD, and the the rest of the CREW 6/10/10)

Emma wanders in. Her hair is tied back in a black ribbon, her dress is still black on black this time black t-shirt and black jeans. Her ass-kicking black boots(tm) have come out of the closet again as well. Her old "sheriff" sunglasses are, again, on her face.

Silently she takes a seat beside JTM figuring that he'll talk when he's ready.

JTM finishes off the pitcher quickly flagging down the bartender.

“Hey bartender!!! I’m empty here!!!”

He runs his hand hard through his hair. JTM gets this danger sense that the po-po are nearby. He slowly turns from his barstool to see Emma there.

“Oh Fuck Fitzy. I didn’t even see you there. Don’t scare me like that Godammit!! We need to talk (nodding his head towards Maxwell’s booth). One of the new CREW screwed the pooch BIG TIME. Let’s discuss it over there… shall we?”

He turns back to the bar slapping down another $100 on the counter.

“Hey Bartender!! Bring my pitchers over there (pointing to Maxy’s booth) will ya. Oh my bad. Fitzy. You want something? Got a running tab going. Feel free. It’s on me I’ll meet ya over there.”

Without a reply back to her, he grabs his empty glass walking to the booth determined to get this shit fixed. He plops down in the booth wondering what’s keeping his next pitcher and the rest of the CREW, in that order.

Dammit, where the fuck are they!!!

Marzanna gets the text and heads for the bar. She walks in, wearing the usual, looks around, see's JTM and Emma and heads for the booth. She takes a seat, and quietly says, "What's up?"

JD texts JTM- "This isn't another announcement like 'hey I run the bar now and wear the big boy pants around here' is it? I'm doing something relatively important so if it's important I'll come, wanted to check first."

JTM looks up then down to find MD….again .He’s still waiting on his overdue pitcher. His anger somewhat still there.

“Nope. You aint the one I’m mad at, MD. Glad you made it. Park it. We need to talk ALL of us. Where the fuck is my pitcher!!”

He watches his cell dance at the booth picking it up reading it. His mood is NOT improving as he sends a text back.

Not funny at all JD. I’m not playing fucking games. Get your ass here. This is VERY important!!! Now move it!!!

He sends it. He slams the cell back down on the booth tryijng his best to not break it or the booth but there is a slight jarring. He catches his empty glass before it falls over.

“Goddamn Motherfuckers. I'm gonna need another vacation after all this shit.”

He rubs his hand through his hair again elbows on the booth looking down upset.

She nods. Watches him text back and jumps slightly when he slams the phone down. Silently she gets up and goes to retrieve his pitcher, bringing it back she fills his glass and sits back down quietly.

JD chuckles, standing just outside the doors of Purgatory, as he reads the text. Sighing, he pockets the phone and strolls in after hearing JTM's outburst from outside.

As he heads towards JTM, he says "By the pricking in my thumbs, something wicked this way comes..."

Logan pulls into the back after the others had already arrived. As he's talking to the manager the request comes in to talk to him. He sighs and nods. "Aight, i'm comin'." He Texts to Kalie as he goes to move out of the Office.

Logan grabs the pitcher as he walks to the Table. He sets the pitcher down and nods to all present.

"Keep it down, yo. You're freakin' the norms."


He grabs a chair and looks to JT.

"You look stressed, dude. Have a beer. Take a breather." Logan motions to the pitcher and pulls out a package of cigarettes, puts one in his mouth and fishes out a flameless lighter.

JD sees it's going to be a while so he saunters over and picks up some darts and starts tossing them into the dart-board. His first three are double-bullseyes so he looks around the room to see if anyone noticed and starts throwing much worse. As he gathers the darts from the board, he turns to go back to the line, sees Logan coming in and gives him a small smile and head-nod. Turning, he begins throwing darts again, a lit smoke dangling from his lips.